


At Dusk

by Seviezar



Category: Original Work
Genre: Gen, Horror, Mystery, Psychological Horror
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2020-03-23
Updated: 2020-03-28
Packaged: 2021-03-01 00:55:26
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Chapters: 2
Words: 5,792
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23276704
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Seviezar/pseuds/Seviezar
Summary: One fateful night changes the life of 19 year old Erin Carter as he discovers a grotesque display at his own house. Now he must uncover the truth at the center of his insanity and the mystery that was that one fateful night.
Kudos: 1





	1. Chapter 1

It was a mystery—what happened that night.

What was once a floor so neat became rotting pieces of wood teeming with mold and dust. The beautiful periwinkle wallpapers that lined the walls when the place was brimming with life were reduced to torn scrapings on the floor. The bright light that once embraced the house just the day before was replaced by a dim and dark atmosphere that rivaled those of war-torn cities. It was, in a way, an interesting sight to behold, just not a wonderful one.

It reminded me of nightmares I would be having when I was just a child, imagining monsters under my bed and believing that the boogeyman will eat me if ever any part of my body passes through the frame of the bed. This time though, it felt all too real to be one.

A single scent drifted around the bleak desolate space, traveling into my nostrils just to have me smell a terrifying aroma. It was a strong and pungent odor, so much so that you can almost taste it, seeping from every corner of the place. It was as if a cat was buried there in that very room and was left to rot overnight. The more you try to get a feel of the smell, the more it clings to your senses and tries to make you wince.

I wandered around, almost like a stranger, and surveyed the dark corridors leading to rooms each different to the ones that came before, investigating every single detail with the purpose of seeing what might have changed ever since the last time I have been there. As it turned out, most, if not all of the former charm of the house has left, leaving only a trail of horrifying solitude.

Walking around the area, I encountered a trail of scarlet colored fluid that led to a door with a plaque beside it. It was the door to my room.

“Erin Carter,” the small silver plaque displayed in embossed letters.

Swallowing a thick collection of saliva I had stored in my mouth while I roamed the place, nervous with every motion, I opened the door and little by little, a horrific sight unfolded itself on the other side of the door frame. 

I reluctantly took a step.

The creaking of the floorboards was accompanied by a slight squish. And with every step towards the door on the far wall of the room, decorated with asymmetric streaks of crimson blossoming outwards, the scent seemed to reek stronger and stronger than before as the floor became more and more palpably wet.

Midway through the room, I stopped myself from walking and evaluated everything that I have encountered up to that point. The most possible conclusion would be that there had been a long struggle inside my house which led to a murder where the body was dragged just behind that door. If so, then the murderer might have still been inside, waiting to strike to silence me from talking about their crime.

On the other hand, the extraordinary carnage slathered around and the decay of the rest of the house could not exactly be explained by simple acts such as a massacre or a struggle. There might have been a terrible virus or disease that spread around Warner Street that caused things to rapidly age, although that would contradict with how everyone else’s house appeared to be undamaged.

“Could it be a toxic gas leak!?” I asked myself, hurriedly covering my mouth and nose to protect myself if ever that were the case.

That was when I realized that there was one thing that could either confirm or debunk my suspicions, and that was what lies beyond the bloodied door. And so I continued to walk towards it with both heightened caution and fear.

Upon reaching the door, one thing was exceptionally noticeable—whatever hid behind it could hardly fit inside. The lanky piece of wood was bulged, some parts of it already cracking due to the pressure coming from the other side. 

Fighting my own curiosity and repressing my urge to touch the door was difficult, but my common sense said to fight this urge and to just leave it be. My common sense also said to wait for help on how to deal with whatever it is. Though in instances like that, when even the littlest glimpse of the situation is already unusual and irrational, common sense doesn’t seem to have any power or say.

It was only then, when I had already made contact with the weak wood, when I had reached out my hand and touched the doorknob with my fingertip, that both it and my ability to process information properly collapsed. The door shattered as I stumbled backwards, attempting to keep all of the bile rushing up to my mouth from escaping. 

Inside was a thing that no one person has ever been able to describe before. It was sickening. Never in my life have I ever seen such a dreadful and appalling sight that made every piece of hair in my body stand up in distaste. I wanted to vomit right then and there, but doing so would be resigning to my fear and accepting the reality of whatever that thing was.

I remained shocked but composed yet, at the same time, cowering.

The thing that was right in front of me could never, in a million years, be real. With a visage that shook me to my core, it was an object of pure fantasy and to attempt to comprehend it beyond a simple passing glance is to look too deep into the abyss. I tried to deny it with all of my might to save myself from that abyss.

I blinked a couple of times. Then I looked at it once again.

Upon laying my eyes on it for a longer time, I resigned myself to the nightmare that it was. Flesh upon flesh, piled atop each other or rather, amalgamated into a single entity, poured out of its enclosure and into the floor just in front of the door.

At first it did appear to be a huge pile of bodies, but upon further investigation, one can see that there were no multiple bodies but instead one single grotesque mass of flesh and bones that filled every corner of the room on the other side. Parts of it were coated in a thick deep red fluid that seemed to have originated from inside itself as it appeared to have leaked out, and occasionally squirted, various liquids from the crevices of its body formed by folding layers of flesh and lard.

Alongside its grotesque appearance came wafting the stench of a thousand rotten corpses which made me gag despite having previously already covered my nose. The stench that plagued the entire house for the short amount of time that I was in there that night all originated from that one room, that one thing.

Both the sight and the smell of the unexplainable mass has never existed in that room for all the years that I lived in that same space. I have been in that house for nineteen years and not one time did it show any sign of its presence in my room nor in the bathroom that it was in.

Disgusted, afraid, and afflicted by nausea, I took my gaze away from it and turned around, walking quietly out of the room with only one question in mind, “How was it possible that in just one night, that monstrosity was able to make an abode inside the very same house I’ve lived in for all my life?”

Once outside, I closed the door, partially leaving it open so that I could still see a sliver of the room interior but not enough to see the thing. I opened my phone, sending a blinding light to my surroundings, illuminating the corridors and making me see just how terribly the house has dilapidated.

I tapped on the phone icon and scrolled until a name came into view. Pressing the call button on the name’s profile, my phone began vibrating and ringing as I put it close to my left ear.

It rang and rang until someone finally picked up.

“Carter? Why are you calling in the middle of the night?” my friend, Alex, asked from the other line of the call.

I promptly replied, “Can you come to my house for a second? There’s something here that’s awfully wrong and I just really need someone to help me deal with it.”

“At this hour? Did you just got back from the party?”

“What party? I just got home from a visit to my mom. Also can you please stop asking questions! I just need help right now as soon as possible.”

There was a brief pause before he responded back.

“Fine. Okay. I’m going there just wait for a second,” he replied, before audibly mumbling under his breath, “What kind of trouble did he get himself into.”

And with that, he put the phone down and I waited in the darkness.

The more time I spent alone next to that pile of flesh, the more my anxiety rose. My sanity dwindled as I stood there, waiting for company alone and with only the presence of that monstrous thing behind my back.

I turned my head around with warriness as I looked through the small crack between the door and the door frame to see if the thing has moved. Holding my breath, suffocating in the tension, I swung the door open to get a better picture. It hasn’t moved an inch, yet it feels as if it was staring at me viciously, like a predator eyeing its prey before violently devouring it without any regard for its life before their fateful encounter.

It sent a chill up my spine.

I took a deep breath and blinked. Then looked at it again, intensely, and almost intimately. A bizarre bond has been formed between me and the thing as I watched its lifeless form sit still in the cold dreary silence of the night.

I turned my back against it once again, clearing my mind of any thought that could further develop any anxiousness and dread. Despite that, although motionless and inanimate, there was a certain feeling inside me that kept on reeling my imagination towards the thing. It was a sensation that was grueling to get rid of. It was a leech that sucked and kept on sucking, guaranteeing me pain and locking me away from freedom.

The atmosphere could be best described as dead. The winds did not blow and even the decrepit wooden floor did not creak. The night was mute, but as I stood there, my mind still occupied by the horror that was beyond my bedroom door, I heard the wail of a thousand voices. Both deep and high, old and young, it called out to me; spoke to me as if commanding me to join them. I could almost decipher the language in which it speaks but whenever I came close to understanding a single word or phrase it seemed to slip away, leaving me unable to process it.

And despite that, I could hear it.

“It’s almost as if-”

Then came knocking from the door leading outside. I snapped out from the trance that I was trapped in and went straight to open the front door to finally welcome my friend. It was about time.

“I got your call! Are you okay?” my friend shouted as he scanned around the inside of the house, confusion visible in his face. He looked as if he was seemingly unaware of the deterioration of the place.

Perplexed by the way he reacted, I replied, “I’m okay, but why do you look so confused? Can’t you see all of this?”

“You called me and said that it was an emergency, but there’s nothing in here at all. Did you get it settled by yourself or what?”

Asking myself if I have gone crazy, I gulped in realization. Perhaps I was the only one who could perceive all that occured in that house. Perhaps I was the only one who could see the writhing mass of flesh beyond my room. 

I looked back at the house, the walls, the floor, and the doors to make sure that I was not seeing things, but it was all still the same, unmoved. The wallpaper still hung torn from the walls, the floor still stained with blood and viscera, and the doors all still slightly unhinged.

My friend squinted his eyes and entered inside.

“So really, what’s wrong?” he asked again, this time with a chuckle.

“Do you really not see anything?” I asked him desperately.

“See what? There’s literally nothing here Carter.”

“Just look around! The walls are all destroyed! There’s blood on the ground and all!” I replied, looking and sounding more frantic than my last question.

I looked desperate, but I had to be that way to confirm whether my suspicions were correct or not.

Al remained confused, but deep inside I knew that he was afraid of how I was acting. I sighed and urged him to follow me to my room. While on the way, I looked at the ground to confirm if all the blood was still there.

“I’m not going crazy, am I?” I whispered to myself, unsure if Al heard it.

The two of us entered my room and I came face to face yet again with the thing. As lifeless as before, it sat there, my friend not seeing what’s wrong.

I pointed at it and said, “Can’t you see that?”

“What are you talking about?” he said, widening his eyes for a moment as he gazed upon it. 

I didn’t notice it at first, but soon I realized that he was reaching his hand out to the thing. As it inched closer and closer to the now pulsating mass of flesh, my heart started racing and beads of sweat started dropping from my forehead. With every moment that his hand gets nearer to making contact with the thing, a burning sensation creeps its way up from my stomach to my throat, building up until I finally snapped.

“Stop that!” I shouted as he stopped his hand, just a small distance away from it.

“What?”

“Thank you. It might look like nothing’s in there, but I promise that there is something. It’s disgusting and you’re lucky to not see it but please just be careful,” I reasoned out to him, wholeheartedly hoping that he’d listen to me.

He looked back to where he was about to put his hand earlier, wondering about whether his friend here became totally delusional though I could see why he would think that. My mother does have an illness that’s been plaguing her for her whole life that causes hallucinations. It recently peaked this weekend and I had to accompany her to the hospital. I would ask myself if it’s possible that I have contracted her illness, but modern science has enough reason for me to believe that I would not be able to be infected by the sickness of the mind. Then, there has to be a different reason as to why I’m the only one who can see the horrendous display splattered right in front of both of us.

“Come on,” he said, snapping me out of my deep thought, “Just sleep in my house if you’re feeling bad here. There’s an extra room there so if you want you can sleep there.”

“Really?” I asked, “Then does that mean you believe me that there’s something in here?”

“Not that I don’t or do believe you, but if you really feel uncomfortable here then I don’t see anything wrong with letting you stay,” he replied, with a warm inviting smile that seemed to have thawed away the fear that has frozen me in place the entire night.

“Okay. Let’s go. I can’t stand to be here anymore,” I said, looking at the mass of flesh that Al could still not see.

His offer really did make me feel much more comfortable, and although i do still feel anxious, the massive fear I had was gone, only being left with disgust towards the state of the house. The beauty that it once possessed and the memories it once held was all replaced the very moment I stepped in there that night. That place that I once called my home didn’t resemble it at all anymore and only seemed to be a faulty replica of its former glory.

Before finally stepping out of the house and into Al’s car, I decided to take one final glance at the poor worn down place.

“Goodbye,” I whispered, hoping to never return at the house’s vile grip and the thing that now calls it home’s malignant stare.

I followed Al into the car as he sat down in the driver’s seat while I proceeded into the passenger seat beside him. The night was long enough and it was about time that it ended. Al revved up the engine and soon, we were cruising down the foggy Warner Street with only the car’s headlights piercing through the thick darkness of the road. It was nerve-wracking, looking at the side mirrors, anxiously thinking that the horrors of the house followed us.

I took a deep breath as I relaxed on my seat and drifted off to a sleep that served as exaltation from the hell that was the delusions that infested my mind and sanity on that one fateful evening.


	2. Chapter 2

Messy brown hair, dead brown eyes, huge eyebags—just some of the features that came into view as I looked at the small cabinet mirror just above the sink after washing my face. Having only woken up, there’s still dirt in the corner of my eyes, a residue of my late night breakdown. I yawned, stretched my arms, and stared blankly at the person on the other side.

“Hey, what happened to you?” I asked my reflection, as if talking to a separate person other than myself, “You’ve been sulking all this time. Isn’t it about time you cheer up?”

But I couldn’t cheer up. Those memories were still fresh. I may not be able to save myself from all of those thoughts and I might lose myself during the struggle.

“Have faith in yourself. You just need to forget all of it then everything will be alright.”

But to forget all of it meant giving up.

“Tch. I’ve really gone insane. Now, I’m talking to myself.”

It was all because I couldn’t take my mind away from the trauma that that fateful evening has brought to my life.

The events that occured last night had left such a deep scar on my mind that I was barely able to sleep. To be able to forget about it and just walk away would be a miracle, but everything that happened, and everything that I saw has engraved itself deep that no therapy could ever resolve the troubles it caused. Of course, I couldn’t have exactly expected it to go away in just a matter of hours, yet I was hoping that it would have done so just because I needed it to leave me alone.

The forced fusion of several lumps of flesh, that monstrosity of a thing, has kept appearing at the corner of my vision everytime I turned around the moment I left the house. My encounter with its physical form might have been ephemeral, but its presence, which has never left me ever since, may just be eternal. All the blood, guts, and other bodily fluids it spattered as it resided in my house desecrated every glimpse I get of the real world. Not a single thing that plagued my miserable mind has been resolved, and at that point in time, I just succumbed to the possibility that I will have to live my entire life with the memories of that one night.

Sighing, having given up on my futile attempts to stop those intrusive thoughts, I left the bathroom disappointed at myself.

The room which I slept in was a simple place, especially due to how it was never really used for anything until I came into the picture. It’s appearance was almost the same as the one I had in my house. Leaving the bathroom, I was immediately met with the bright light of the sun shining from the window next to the bed. The sun was shining as if the gloom in my mind did not exist. The birds were singing, free from the terror of a lucid nightmare. I shook my head and got dressed. I opened the door that was at the wall adjacent to the bathroom and took in a wonderful smell.

Proceeding downstairs into the kitchen, I saw my friend, Al, cooking today’s breakfast, too focused on his work that he did not see me at all. Having him as a friend was nothing short of lucky. Despite not being able to see anything that night, he believed my outrageous claims and allowed me to stay at his home. 

Sitting down, I watched him turn the stove knob, extinguishing the fire that had been used to cook the meal. He turned around, ready to put the food on the table and finally noticed me.

“Good morning. Are you feeling any better?” he asked, still concerned, as he sat down on the chair opposite mine.

I wasn’t sure what or how to answer. Just earlier, in the bedroom, my mind was in shambles. I would have been lying if I answered that I’m okay because I’ve been saved from torment, however, I do feel much better having a friend willing to take care of me. If it weren’t for Al, I might have still been inside my own house, rotting away alongside all of its mold-infested walls and that amalgam of meat. In a way, I was feeling alright.

“Yeah. Thanks to you and your fantastic caretaking skills! Haha!” I replied, making sure to keep the conversation lighthearted.

“That’s great! Now get ready for today’s breakfast because I made it specially for you!”

“Fried rice and fried egg!” I exclaimed in excitement

It may be plain, but it was my favorite food. Al was grinning just from seeing my face light up at the sight of the food.

“You really know me well,” I added.

“Everything for my poor dear friend.”

The two of us laughed as we began eating. 

“Hey, have you heard? Marie and Jonathan are actually dating? I couldn’t believe it myself! Those too had been hemming and hawing beside each other for a long time that I actually thought they would never get together, but then came reality betraying my expectations. I don’t know if I should be happy or bitter,” Al said as he puffed.

“Looks like I’ve been missing a lot of things at university.”

“Totally! Oh! I also heard that they’re going to have another party this weekend. Honestly, I don’t even know where they get their funds for these kinds of things. They should just use it to invest in better tech and maybe even drinking fountains. The school administration needs to think things more thoroughly honestly.”

I nodded in agreement. Al may look indifferent and lax a lot of the time, but he stands by his own principles and believes that people should always choose what’s good.

“Speaking of university, they should have already contacted me. I wasn’t able to attend the party. Wasn’t attendance mandatory? Don’t they usually call or check for you with those kinds of things?” I asked.

“Hmm. I’m not sure, but I think the university’s dealing with a lot right now.”

“What kind?”

“Well, I don’t really know. So much has happened and I really don’t think I can explain it to you that well. You should just recover much quickly so you can see for yourself!” he exclaimed with a childish smile.

“I guess. By the way, about-”

I paused, and thought to myself whether I should continue or not. Deciding that there’s no helping it either way, and we would just be avoiding the obvious if I don’t raise the topic, I continued.

“About what happened last weekend. Are you sure you didn’t see anything? Everything that night felt so real and it’s still bugging me.”

His eyes widened a little. He opened his mouth and closed it again, as if to prevent himself from saying something that might’ve been too much. Then he said, “I didn’t see anything. I’m sure you were just seeing things. I mean, how could that thing you describe even exist?”

“I know, but I feel as if there’s something more to it. Maybe it exists or maybe it doesn’t, but I’m sure there has to be an explanation other than I’m just going crazy.”

Looking down, he replied with a sigh, “I’m also sure there’s more to whatever that whole commotion was, but maybe now is not the right time to think about it when you’re still all messed up inside.”

“It’s going to be torture not having an answer as soon as possible though.”

“Hey, you’ve already survived two days, I’m sure you can survive more. Maybe you can just survive your whole life and forget it ever happened.”

Those last few words felt hollow.

He was still smiling when he said that. The same smile that Al has even though I know for sure that who was in front of me wasn’t my friend. Al was never the dismissive type, he would always help me with my problems as soon as possible, but the man in front of me wanted me to simply forget. When did he suddenly change?

“Who are you?” I mouthed, not loud enough to be heard by him.

He sighed again, noticing how I reacted, and continued, “I will help you find your answers, but not now. Right now you need to rest. That night was long enough for you, we don’t want it to be on your mind every single day.”

I didn’t reply.

What followed was complete silence.

Midway through the meal, I began phasing out, thinking to myself yet again. It was a deep trance much like the one that happened that night, only broken by the sound of the television opening. Al had stood up from the table after finishing his meal. He went to the room next door to the dial at the now open television and tuned in on the news channel.

At first it was all about the regular news you would hear during weekends, the sort that would be about local sports events, business, celebrities, and weather forecasts, ll of which I didn’t pay much attention to, but as soon as those were over, the very moment after the last news, a report snapped my focus from my own thoughts to the television.

“Kei Won here reporting. Two women have been confirmed missing after allegedly being stalked by a predator. Last seen on Warner Street after attending a party organized by their university yesterday, the two girls, Kim Price and Aleina Wallace, were said to have been lured by the predator and then kidnapped. An hour after-”

Before the reporter was even finished with his report, Al turned the television off all of a sudden, disorienting me, sending a shock to my body that soon became visible on my face.

The report was about people that went missing the same day I experienced that horrible night. It wasn't a simple coincidence. Somehow, deep down, I know that their disappearance was connected to whatever happened to me. 

And then a thought passed my mind—what if those two girls were the same entity as the mass of flesh that has been living in my house.

In my mind, I thought I already connected the dots, but there’s something stopping me from coming to conclusions. My inquisitive side seeks proof for my inferences. What I was thinking may be true, but what use was it if I couldn’t prove it, not only to others, but also to myself.

I immediately became agitated, wanting to know more about the news.

“I think that’s enough TV for today,” Al remarked, then chuckling afterwards.

“Why did you turn it off!?” I shouted at him.

His eyes widened as he smiled nervously and replied, “I think you should take a rest. That’s all. It might be too much for you.”

“It’s not too much! It may just be connected to what happened that night! I thought you said you were gonna help me find out the truth?”

“Didn’t I also say that we have to wait for you to have rest?”

“I won’t be able to rest until I know what happened and until I can believe in myself. I’m sure that the disappearances are somehow connected! I just need to find out how and then I’d be able to prove that I’m not crazy.”

“You are not crazy. You don’t need to prove it to me at all.”

“Really? You were the one who said that I was just seeing things. Maybe you’re the crazy one after all… or maybe there really was something there that night and you were just lying to me.”

Then I stopped, realizing the implications that came with that statement.

I let out a small subdued laugh and spoke again, “I’ve been doubting everything starting that night and I’ve even started doubting you now. I just need to find out the truth then maybe everything will finally be alright.”

“Just,” he inhaled, rubbed his forehead, then exhaled, “Calm down. Please. And take some time to think about all of this.”

Sensing his concern at last, I tamed my aggravated self and soon stopped my anger. To him after all, I was getting engrossed by things that could further pull me deeper into insanity, and he simply didn’t want that happening to his friend.

Realizing how absurdly I acted, I apologized.

“I’m sorry.”

He took another sigh, “No, it’s okay. I’m sure you just got surprised when it just suddenly turned off, and I know you want to know more. I’m the same.”

“Still, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to be aggressive,” was the only thing that came out of my mouth.

Al, didn’t reply, dropping the topic with a swift motion of his hand as he picked up my plate and proceeded to the sink. I, on the other hand, decided to stand up and go back to the bedroom. It wasn’t even noon and I already felt tired, especially because of the argument I just subjected myself to. I should’ve put myself in his shoes as a concerned friend and stepped away from the discussion when it was still early.

I took a deep breath while I was sitting on the bed. 

I didn’t think that it was possible for someone’s entire life to change in just one night, but alas, that one night has turned me insane. Everything in my life was normal up until that point. I began thinking about where I could’ve gone wrong.

Should I have just stayed with my mother and tended to her? She might be experiencing the same symptoms as me and I wasn’t even there to be with her while I have someone here who does care. I’ve only visited her once after parting ways with her that was before that night.

A single tear of regret fell to my cheek, and soon, I was crying.

“If only I had been there for her more,” I thought to myself, believing that things would have been different if only I lived in the world of what-ifs.

As soon as I stopped crying, I laid down on the bed and just looked at the ceiling. The sun was still shining through the window as the winds outside rustled the leaves of nearby trees. In times such as that instance, when I have gone through a catharsis, things became clear and peaceful. Even if for just a moment, I completely forgot about what I suffered through and instead I was focused on a more solemn pain.

However, I did not stop from overthinking and instead I thought even deeper. The fight I had with Al only cemented in my mind that there was something wrong with me and that I needed to fix myself as soon as possible or else I would just end up doubting even more people. He’s been one of my longest friends and I could never forgive myself for blowing up on him like that, and although he wanted me to take some time, because of that aggression, I have further reason to pursue the truth immediately. Despite my resolve however, I ultimately felt powerless and at the grip of my own fears and anxieties. To reveal and to prove the truth is to face everything else that comes alongside it, and I wasn’t ready for that because I know that I’m not an innocent party in this whole ordeal. I would have needed to come to terms with my own sins in order to fend against that which I am afraid of.

“I’m too weak for all of this shit. I know there’s more to my delusions, but I’m too scared to find everything out. I can’t even deal with what happened last night. Maybe Al’s right. I just need to rest first and deal with everything mentally. That way I’ll be prepared to face the entire truth,” I spoke, laughing as I caught myself talking to no one yet again, though this time, I was hopeful.

I laughed again, albeit more restrained, and sat up. Looking outside, the light of the sun was neither harsh nor strong, instead, as it sat between two thin sheets of clouds, the sun gave a mellow shine that touched my face as if to say that it’s all going to turn out alright. I smiled and wiped away any remaining wet spots on my face as I prepared myself to go back to Al in order to both apologize and say thanks for everything he had done as a friend.

He only wanted me to forget about it because he knew that I was having a hard time carrying that mental burden. It was my fault that I doubted him in the first place. Having thought out things thoroughly, I exited the room and through some cruel twist of fate, I bumped into another old friend of mine.


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